(Third - and final, please God) First Day of Class

This is what I feel like right now.

Except my pj's are red and I'm not nearly that cute (or furry).

I walked right in the door tonight and downed a glass of wine.  And then another.  I'm now floating around the living room.

Are you aware that kids have like, endless energy?  Some observations:

**Those bracelets I got to cover the tattoo are an example of my brilliance.  Turns out some of the kids I work with one-on-one have disabilities and I'm already learning sign language.  I now know the signs for "no," "work," "shower," "bath," "first," "run," "wait" and "bathroom."  Not bad for my first day.

**I love not being chained to a desk and computer.  I love walking around for five hours each morning.

**Kids ask the same questions over and over.  Where's the off switch?  I just want to say, "No, you can't go to the bathroom again BUT we can talk about Willa Cather's use of Nature/Wilderness in her frontier literature, ok?"

Calgon, take me away.

**The introverts are going to have to get used to going straight from elementary school to grad school.  On another note, I have a feeling I nailed my first paper.  Hallelujah.

**This job transition is going to take me a while.  On my way home tonight I had a slight identity crisis that led to a tearful grocery run.  Change is hard for me.  Even good stress is still stress, and all that.  It takes me a while to adjust.

Now it is snowing outside and they are calling for anywhere from 4-8 inches tomorrow, so I'm not even sure if I'll have school.  All things considered?  I don't miss my old job.

Wish me luck, though!